Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 258

A curious crowd swarmed around the commotion, making the most of the spectacle. Some even pulled out their phones and started livestreaming the scene.

When Emma arrived, she found the two men locked in a chaotic scuffle on the ground, rolling and wrestling. Several bystanders were narrating the fight into their cameras as if providing color commentary.

“Enough! Stop it, both of you! Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look?” Emma shouted, trying in vain to pull them apart. “If you keep this up, I’ll make sure the whole internet sees what a pair of fools you are! Have you no shame?”

Sebastian had gained the upper hand for the moment, pinning Theodore to the ground. “Nope! I couldn’t care less about shame!” he shot back, holding Theodore down.

But Theodore managed to reverse their positions, driving his knee hard into Sebastian’s neck until Sebastian’s face flushed bright red.

“You don’t care either?” Emma stretched her arm around from behind and yanked Theodore back by the collar, locking his throat in the crook of her elbow.

It looked like she was trying to break them up, but instead, Theodore started choking. He finally let go, freeing Sebastian, who wasted no time and delivered a sharp kick to Theodore’s side.

Just as Sebastian was winding up for another kick, Theodore sputtered, “Emma! You’re—ugh—taking sides!” He could barely get the words out between gasps for air.

Emma just tightened her grip around his neck. “Enough! No more fighting!”

“I’m done—cough—can’t you—cough—go choke him instead of me?” Theodore wheezed, coughing so hard he could barely speak.

Cecilia rushed over, her eyes red and swollen with tears. She threw herself between Sebastian and Theodore, sobbing, “Don’t hit him! It was my fault—I said those things. I’ll apologize. If you’re still angry, hit me, not him. Please, just don’t hurt him…”

The mark of Sebastian’s earlier slap was still visible on her cheek, five red fingers stark against her pale skin.

Theodore looked at Cecilia with a pained expression, then lifted his eyes to Emma, who still had her arm around his neck. “You always say I favor Cici, but look at this—how could I not?”

“Looks like it. She’s got that manipulative energy.”

“Right? And this guy can’t even see it? He must be an idiot.”

Cecilia whirled around and glared at the crowd. “Mistress? You must be projecting! The whole lot of you! We’re just friends—real friends, who actually understand each other and trust each other! Did you not see what happened? It was his wife, that scheming witch, who brought some other man to attack him!”

No sooner had Cecilia finished, than Sebastian cracked his knuckles and sauntered over, a sly smile on his face. “Oh, really? If you’re so sure, why don’t we let everyone here be the judge? There’s plenty of people livestreaming, after all. How about we pull up the receipts? Those little gems you posted on Twitter—dare to show everyone now?”

Cecilia’s composure began to crack.

“Not to mention those notes you posted for five seconds before deleting them in a panic? Don’t worry—plenty of people saved screenshots.” Sebastian’s smile was sharp as a knife, and Cecilia’s hands began to tremble.